by Mandy Rosko
He did.
There was no more playing around. Arturo pushed forward and back like he meant it. He fucked her hard and fast, and almost before he started, she was coming, shouting, gripping him tight, but now she could ride it out.
Arturo’s mouth attacked Isla’s neck and mouth with biting kisses and sucking. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she sucked on it hard just as she felt the flood of warmth spurting inside of her.
She moaned, wanting that too, wanting all of it.
Arturo milked himself for what seemed like ages. Her swollen sex started to feel uncomfortable and maybe even a little in pain as he rode out his orgasm, but she wanted that, too. She wanted him to get off inside of her. She wanted him to enjoy this as much as she had.
When he stopped, he leaned against Isla’s chest, which in turn pushed her back against the wall and propped the both of them up. He was panting and warm, and so was she. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
“That… that was ridiculous,” she said, sucking back another breath and looking up to the ceiling. “Oh, God, that was, like, a ten-second orgasm.”
Arturo’s laugh puffed gently against her neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”
“Mmm,” was all she could muster. It seemed that a good orgasm was enough to make her start talking like she was still nineteen, only without the bitchy accent.
At least he seemed to feel better. That was good.
Isla kissed the side of Arturo’s jaw. “I miss your stubble,” she said, noting its absence for the first time.
“I’ll be sure not to shave tomorrow,” he replied, setting her back down on her feet.
Her dress immediately fell back down into place. Though her panties felt off center, she wasn’t about to grab at them to try and right them. That would look weird if she did that in front of Arturo.
He, however, had to make his pants proper again, tightening his belt.
He didn’t look away from her. His dark eyes were smoldering, and that was a description she didn’t use too often.
It made her heart and stomach flutter, which should not have been possible because of the orgasm she’d just had. It also made her blurt out something incredibly stupid. “That was definitely romance-novel sex.”
Arturo jerked back a little. His expression turned curious as he quirked a half smile at her. “What?” he laughed.
Oh, shit. That was too humiliating. “Nothing, forget it.”
She tried to walk around him, but he stepped in her path, blocking her. The look on his face was like a cat that had cornered a mouse, and this cat wasn’t about to let the mouse get away before it spilled its secret.
“No, I want to make sure I understand this. You think I just gave you romance-novel sex while in my foyer where anyone can watch?”
Isla had forgotten about that. If anyone had come in, she sure as hell had been too preoccupied to notice them, but it was still embarrassing and made her body blush with heat.
“It’s not about the setting; it’s about… the orgasm.”
“The orgasm.”
“I said it was a ten-second orgasm. What else could it be classified as other than romance-novel sex?”
“So, because I’m insanely good in bed, looked you in the eyes for a little bit, and you came first and I was close behind, that’s romance-novel sex?”
Isla’s face was probably a bright red. It was either she say yes, or go on and admit that there was more to it than that. Admit she’d wanted to comfort him and had felt… something when he’d stared into her eyes.
The fact that he was no longer inside of her and no longer giving her the smolder eye meant that any ideas about what she’d felt had vanished, replaced with the reality, and reminder, that she was still here under contract. Arturo was not the total asshole she’d thought of him as, but they still weren’t even friends.
So, she nodded. “Yeah, that’s about all it takes.”
He laughed at her. It wasn’t entirely a nice laugh either. He was totally laughing at her expense. Isla glared at him.
“Oh, shut up! I was trying to be nice.”
Another stupid thing to say, but luckily, Arturo didn’t take it in the way she’d half meant it.
Instead, he wiped some moisture away from one eye. “Well, whatever. I thought it was pretty funny,” he said.
She still glared at him. She envisioned herself with devil horns and steam rising from the top of her head, like a cartoon figure or something. Meanwhile, of course, Arturo wasn’t threatened by that display. Her rage slid off him like water on a duck’s ass.
And then he leaned in closer, his mouth coming in whisper distance from her ear.
Isla shivered as he spoke, the warmth of his breath doing things to her, and come on! Why couldn’t her body just give it a rest?
“You got your romance-novel sex. Want to come back to my room and have something better than that?”
Of course her stupid body had to react, even though she had no idea what he wanted to do to her. “Are you asking me if I want you to fuck me?”
The smile on Arturo’s face was predatory. He nodded. “If you’re up to it.”
“For the record, just because I like romance novels doesn’t mean I want to do any Fifty Shades of Grey shit.”
“I don’t know about that. I did give you a contract. That was in that movie, wasn’t it?”
He was purposely being a dick, she could just feel it. “You know what I mean.”
“I know, I know,” Arturo said. “I don’t keep a red room. Don’t worry.”
“So what did you have in mind?”
Arturo took her by the hand and gently pulled her away from the foyer, that same eager look in his eyes, the same predatory got-you-where-I-want-you smile. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”
35
She let Arturo lead her back to his bedroom. She’d already been in there before, so it wasn’t like she had to worry he would turn the key and open the door to reveal a personalized dungeon or anything like that.
She had nothing against people who liked that kind of sex, but Isla was also not afraid to admit that anything more than a blindfold and maybe being tied up a little bit, scared the baby Jesus out of her. That stuff was fun in all the romance novels she read, and more power to Anastasia Steele for sticking it out, but for her? No thanks.
So she was more than a little thrilled and eager to find out what Arturo had in store for her.
He was still holding onto her hand, pulling her forward like a kid eager to show a friend the cool thing he’d just found. His touch was warm and his grip was tight without making Isla feel trapped. She probably wouldn’t mind feeling a little trapped by him.
It was weird how much she already trusted him, at least when it came to things like sex and his business practices. Apparently, having dinner with the parents was a little more impressive than she had ever given it credit for. She realized Arturo was only the second boyfriend she’d ever had who had dinner with her parents, and with a start, she also realized he was the first non-boyfriend she’d ever had who had dinner with her parents, who she also called a boyfriend.
At least inside of her own head.
She was starting to think too much into this. Way too much, and her heart was pounding like it was dying to break out of her chest.
Arturo looked behind himself from time to time, as though making sure she was still with him, despite holding onto her hand. His thumb even slid over the skin of her fingers before he smiled at her, and that made the flutter worse.
“You look nervous,” he said with a laugh.
She shook her head. “I’m just wondering what you’re on that you need sex again so soon after an orgasm.”
“Not on anything, but it is one of the few blessings I’ve been given from the good Lord, instead of just coattail riding my father.”
Isla had to suppress a laugh, but she still huffed and shook her head in amusement.
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�Whatever, Calendri. You’re so full of yourself.”
But even as she said it, she was already feeling like she could have another go.
And of course, he had a quick comeback for her. “I know someone else who is also about to be full of me.”
He had that same stupid, sexy, seductive smirk on his face that he always had whenever he said something cute or smart. He barely even glanced back at her when those words left his mouth. Isla’s face flamed like there was a small fire happening under her skin. Why was she blushing? He had been inside of her multiple times already. What was there to be embarrassed about?
Either way, she was so flustered by his words that she actually had nothing else to say to him as he led her to his room.
She was shocked when, as they entered, he completely walked past the bed. He didn’t even look at it, though she couldn’t help herself. She’d been in it once before, and therefore knew firsthand how comfortable it was to be taken when on it, but Arturo kept a firm grip on Isla’s hand as he pushed open another door.
It led to a very large, very polished-looking bathroom. There were only two dimmed lights on when he opened the door, but even before he flipped the multiple switches, lighting the place up from every angle, she could tell that it was lavish.
What the hell was the matter with just having a toilet, a sink, a mirror, and a nice soaker tube that shared a shower?
Of course not. Arturo’s bathroom had to be every spa lover’s wet dream. The shower was huge. It could probably fit five people inside of it, and through the octagonal glass doors, she could see the multiple shower heads pointing down from all angles. It was a standing shower only. There was a claw-foot soaker tub on the other side of the wall with a white towel folded neatly along the edge, kind of in the same way Isla had seen done in fancy hotels. It was there more for decoration than use.
She got the feeling he didn’t get the chance to enjoy too many relaxing baths.
Of course, opposite of that was a floor-to-ceiling window that gave a great view of his entire backyard.
With all the lights from the patio and the lanterns lit up, it gave off the impression of candles burning in the night. It was gorgeous.
Arturo yanked off his dinner jacket and tossed it on the rim of that amazing-looking tub. He did the same with his white dress shirt.
Isla looked from him, to the window, and back again. Why had she never noticed this window before? It was right over the patio. She could have looked up and seen it, but that would have required her to actually look up, something she hadn’t been in the habit of doing when she’d been in the middle of working.
“Have you ever, uh, watched me? While I was down there, I mean?”
Isla nodded to the softly lit patio and the table that was down there. She tried to keep her eyes on the window, and not on Arturo shedding his clothing.
But then went the pants, and she lost the struggle. His thighs and calves were strong. He had the body of an athlete all right. She caught sight of his still-hard cock, just before she looked away.
He left his pants on the marble floor. Apparently, he wasn’t going to bother with tossing those somewhere safe.
“I might’ve taken a quick look. Don’t worry. I wasn’t doing anything extra creepy, like touching myself, though.” That smile returned to his face. “Not that I wasn’t thinking about it or anything.”
Isla had to smile and shake her head. “Of course.”
As she was looking out the window, Arturo stepped up behind her. His arms circled around her waist, pulling her right into his firm chest, and then his chin came down to rest on her shoulder. He touched her like he was comfortable with her, and she couldn’t figure out why that made her heart thump so loudly inside of her chest.
His lips closed in on the shell of her ear, making her tense up just a little before he spoke. “I don’t know exactly what it is you’re doing to me, but I think you’re doing it on purpose.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Isla couldn’t just hear that sound all around her; she could feel it in every part of her body.
What the hell?
There was no way he could know. She hadn’t told a soul, not even Jane. She just wanted to get Arturo to like her so that he’d feel guilty about the whole contract thing.
But if he found out somehow, how would that make her look in his eyes? He would think she was just another spoiled woman trying to use him for something.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Smooth, very smooth.
“Don’t lie to me,” Arturo said, tightening his arms just a little. There was an edge to his voice that she couldn’t make sense of. She couldn’t tell if it was the dangerous, angry kind, or just of the warning variety.
Arturo’s chest rose and fell slightly as he sighed. “I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Huh?” She turned her head up to look back at him. “What doesn’t matter?”
But his mouth had come down and closed in as his hand came up to hold her cheek in place.
Isla’s eyes flew wide. The kiss shocked her, especially after what Arturo had just said. He was kissing her, holding her steady with one arm around her waist and his free hand holding her by the chin.
She didn’t relax right away. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but then the muscles in her body finally slumped and melted.
She gave in. She stopped tensing her lips and opened for his tongue.
He licked deep inside her mouth. The warm slide of his tongue as it circled and teased her own made her body feel like a hot fire swelled inside of her.
Isla pressed herself back against Arturo’s chest, feeling his body, needing more of that sensation. Her hands came up to grab at his forearm, just because she needed something to hold onto or she was going to lose her damned mind.
As she pressed herself back against him, she could feel the hard swell of his cock pushing against her ass. The only thing that kept him at bay was that thin layer of her skirt between them. She didn’t have the chance to right her underwear yet, so it wasn’t like that barrier was getting in the way.
But he’d already proven that it didn’t matter even if it was.
She pulled back from the kiss, trying to speak through the heat. “A-Arturo—”
He pulled her forward again, meshing their mouths together, harder this time.
And it was so damned hard to not get swept away, especially when his hand went down, down, down.
Through the flimsy material of her dress, his fingers pressed against the sensitive area of her pussy.
Isla cried out. She couldn’t hold it in, though she desperately tried.
Arturo’s mouth and lips swallowed any sound she made.
That’s when she knew he wasn’t joking around. He had every intention of going through with this, and she could honestly say she didn’t mind.
Isla definitely noticed when the hand that rubbed her clit through the dress left her. So did his other hand. He still had her, but his hold was much looser.
He was looking for something. She was about to ask what it was until he pushed her hair out of the way and apparently found what he’d been searching for.
His hands moved to the tiny zipper, and he started pulling it down.
Despite the heat, the air that suddenly touched her back felt cool, and Isla’s heart thump, thump, thumped harder in her chest when Arturo’s calloused hands touched her shoulders and then slid the thin shoulder straps right off.
Her dress fluttered to the ground like a leaf in the wind. Now she was practically naked. Her boobs were still being held up nice and high thanks to her bra, but her panties were still pulled to the side, forever ruined now, thanks to Arturo. Anyone who looked up would see her in most of her glory.
She shifted to step out of her dress that was around her feet.
“Don’t move.”
Isla froze. Her voice sounded hoarse and panting when she spoke. “Why not?”
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�Just stay like that, and keep the shoes on, too.”
She smiled. “Because you like a girl in heels, right?”
“Right.” Then he slid around to her front so he could stare down into her eyes.
The first thing that went through Isla’s head was relief. He wasn’t going to let her stand there and be seen by anyone who happened to walk out into the yard.
But then he smashed the nose of that thought into the dirt when he sank down to his knees in front of her.
She was mortified and aroused at the same time. “What are you doing?” Isla found herself checking the yard, making sure no one was out there.
Arturo took hold of one of her ankles, his rough touch against the smooth skin causing her to shiver. “If I were to put one of your legs over my shoulder, would you be able to keep your balance on just one foot?”
“I….” She looked down at herself, but she mostly looked down at the high heels she was wearing.
Balancing herself on one foot while wearing a high heel, but holding herself steady on Arturo…. She was too curious. She wanted to know what he had planned, and even better, she wanted to know what it felt like.
“I think I could do it,” she said, quickly looking into his eyes. “Just don’t let me fall.”
“I’d never do that to you. I’m not a monster.”
Isla shook her head. “I didn’t mean—”
She cut herself off as her body wobbled just a little when Arturo lifted her ankle up high. He adjusted himself quickly, allowing her knee to come right over his shoulder, and Isla’s entire body was blushing now. His face was inches from her vagina.
“Why are you blushing so much? You look like a virgin.”
The heat just increased. “You know I’m not. I just haven’t had the chance to, you know, clean up.”
God, that was so embarrassing.
Arturo smiled like it didn’t matter. “So?”
Isla’s eyes widened. “I… I haven’t cleaned up,” she said again, just in case he forgot about what they did in the foyer.
Arturo’s hands slid up and down the length of her thighs, still giving her that sexy look, the one that said he was in control of this situation. “Does it bother you?”
